Lil-bit

A few months ago, I was at work on a Friday and wanted to be just about anywhere but there. Not because I don’t like my job… love my job in fact…it was just a slow Friday and I was so ready for the weekend to begin.

Since it was such a slow day, I pulled out my personal computer and wireless internet and quickly went through my various hookup accounts. When I got to Manhunt, I was instantly pinged by this guy I will call Lil-bit. I call him that because he is only 5’7” tall and I am guessing a 31” waist. If you have been following this blog you know this is not my type, however, Lil-bit is in fact a Red Head, which makes up for a lot with me as you know. The other thing about Lil-bit is his persistence. This guy pings me every time he sees me come online for over a year now. We usually have some very polite chat ending with him asking me to come out to his place and fuck him. That chat would always end there because the other negative about Lil-bit, is that he lives over an hour away from Washington DC. As a rule, I am not willing to go that far for a fuck…at least not a “First Time Fuck” which are always unpredictable. However, on this particular Friday I was actually considering it given that work was slow and that it was a very nice day outside.

When I told him that I was considering making that drive it caught him by surprise and he owned up to the fact that he had been chatting with someone else at the same time, and that the guy said that he would be there in forty minutes. I could tell from the tone in his voice that he thought that this would be a deal breaker and that he had missed his chance with me. He was wrong.

I proceeded to ask him a couple of key questions

Me: “Have you played with this guy before”

Lil-bit: “Oh yeah, we hookup about once a month”

Me: “White guy or black”

Lil-bit: “Black”

Me: “What do you usually do with him?”

Lil-bit: “Used to be just sucking him off, but he has fucked me a couple of times, but he is always a quick visit so he will be long gone by the time you get here so…”

Me: “What do you think you two will do this time…I mean…is he going to fuck you?”

Lil-bit: “Probably…yes”

Me: “Does he fuck you Safe or bareback?”

He paused before answering.

Lil-bit: “He fucked me Safe the first time, but bare the second time.”

Me: “Will he breed you?”

Another pause

Lil-bit: “Probably”

Me: “Listen to me very carefully, you are to send me a text when he gets there, and another text when he leaves.”

Lil-bit: “Yes Sir”

Me: “Let him breed you, and do not shower or clean up…I want your cummy hole…is that clear?”

Lil-bit: “Yes Sir”

It took me about ten minutes to get out of the office and on my way to Lil-bit. I was not even out of DC yet when the first text came through saying that Lil-bit’s friend had arrived. Approximately fifteen minutes later I received a second text that it was over and that his friend was in the shower.

I arrived at Lil-bit’s house in exactly one hour and ten minutes. The house was in one of those cookie cutter developments where each house was one of three or four model design, but big…four bedroom and three and a half bath big.

Lil-bit answered the door in a t-shirt, gym shorts and white gym socks. I have to say that Lil-bit has a very average look. His nose is a little too big for his face, but his short red hair and tight body made up for that…especially when he was naked. Naked he had the body of 25 year old instead of his actual 43 years, and for a little guy, he had a gorgeous 8” partially cut cock sprouting from a sandy red bush.

As soon as I was inside the house a few things were obvious…he was partnered. Pictures of him and his partner of several years were hung all over the place. It was also obvious that they had some money, I put the value of the house around 600K and I got the distinct impression that his partner was either a Doctor or Lawyer and that Lil-bit was a House Husband…working on taking care of the house and dogs while hubby brought home the bacon.

In that moment when you make small talk before sex, Lil-bit proudly showed me through the downstairs pointing out the elaborate crown molding, wall papering, and electrical work all done by him.

As we made our way up to the guest bedroom I asked him about his partner

Me: “Obviously your are partnered and in an open relationship?”

Lil-bit: “Yes, but it is more don’t ask don’t tell…although he had an 18 year old up here the other night while I was watching tv in the basement”

At hearing this I found myself a bit irritated. This was seeming more and more like a revenge fuck…Look, I am fine with fucking a guy in an open relationship, but otherwise, I don’t want to be caught up in someone else’s shit.

When we got to the spare bedroom, everything was in its place and immaculate…but shouldn’t the bed be messed up if he was just fucked in it an hour ago…especially if I told him not to clean up? A little more irritated.

Once in the room, we wasted no time getting naked. As soon as my cock spring free from my underwear, Lil-bit was on his knees taking it deep in his mouth. That was all good and well, but I did not drive over an hour for a blow job. I literally picked Lil-bit up and tossed him on the bed. I then pushed his very cute little legs up to his chest and dove my tongue into his very pink, but very clean hole…Now I am really irritated….no…at the discovering that there was no cummy hole, I was pissed. Either Lil-bit lied, and there was no other guy…or he lied when he let me believe that he took the guys load when he really did not…or he lied when he said he would not clean up but actually did….either way you cut it, I was lied to and now I am pissed, and I instantly when to the dark side.

After licking his totally dry and clean hole for about a half a minute, I stood, pulled his butt to the edge of the bed, took aim with the head of my fat black cock, and jammed my hips forward. Lil-bit had started to say something but he was not able to finish it as the pain of a nearly dry penetration racked his little body.

On that first stroke, I could only get the head of my cock past his sphincter. He was tight…too tight for someone who supposedly was just fucked and hour ago.

Through gritted teeth, Lil-bit attempted to let me know that hurt only to be cut off by the second full hip thrust which pushed my fat cock another inch in to his protesting hole. Upon this second thrust, I held it there keeping maximum pressure against his hole. With gritted teeth and eyes squinted shut, Lil-bit said

Lil-bit: “Please…please .Sir I cant take it…please Sir”

I abruptly pulled my cock out of his hole and said

Me: “Don’t…Move!”

I then reached over to the bed stand where he had set out some lube and poppers. I poured lube into my hand and massaged it into his hole and then on my cock.
Lil-bit: “I need the poppers Sir”

Me: “Shut the fuck up…what you needed to do was tell me the truth…you don’t have cummy hole…and no one fucked you an hour ago…did they?

After a brief pause he acquiesced

Lil-bit: “No Sir…he called back and said he could not make it…I was afraid that you would not come if I told you…I am sorry Sir”

Me: “Never lie to me…liars have no honor...you are going to get fucked now and trust me, you will remember this for a long time”

With that, I re-entered Lil-bit, going balls deep on the first stroke. His head flew back against the mattress, the veins running along his neck became visible and both fists were clutching the covers.

I had his legs hanging over my forearms and my hands held his forearms down as my hips settled into a quick and aggressive thrusting rhythm. The tightness of his hole lasted for the first twenty to twenty-five strokes. After that, his hole was completely open and my cock moved freely within him. By this time, his pain was subsiding and his demeanor was changing from one of struggle and defense to one of acceptance and pleasure.

I continued to fuck him in this position for a sold fifteen minutes non-stopped. The only sound in the room was the thwack-thwack of my thighs and balls slapping against his upturned butt. We were both completely coved in sweat. By now his body had adjusted to me and he no longer gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes in pain…rather he was staring me straight in the eyes like he was in some sort of trance. His mouth was still open with drool dripping out of the corner and running down along his chin. His cock, no longer hard but very full laid on his belly and there was a sticky stream of pre-cum flowing form the slit.

I worked him over hard for fifteen minutes and then felt the urge to cum. Without warning, I slammed deep in him one more time and let it go. I stopped counting after the fifth pulse of cum shot from my cock into his guts.

When I was done, I kept his legs pinned to his chest as I pulled. This caused his hole to stay open and as my cock came out so did a huge glob of very thick cum, creating a huge wet spot on the covers. I scooped some of it up on my fingers and brought it to his mouth. He eagerly licked my fingers clean.

I laid on the bed beside him for a moment to catch my breath. He sat up on the edge of the bed. His shoulders were slumped and his head hung low. Clearly there was a ton of emotions going on inside of him. I suspect it had something to do with his partner fucking and 18 year old while he was in the house…in short, it was clear that there is some serous trouble in paradise.
Me: “Do you want to talk about it?”

There was no response for almost a minute, then he sat back on the bed Indian style and proceeded to bare his soul for the next thirty minutes. I wont share the content of our discussion here but I was correct…it had everything to do with the changing relationship with his partner. A by-product of his emotional distress was that he had not been able to have sex to the point where he could get off…he would start thinking about the problems with his partner and lose his hard-on.

Now let me be very clear here….I am not a psychologist, psychiatrist or anything of the sort. I am just a guy who has been through some things.

Me: “Go get a picture of your partner…that one in the hallway downstairs will do”

He was very reluctant…he did not know what to make of me…just a bit a go I was literally a beast humping his ass like a rabid dog…now I am like this guy whom he can talk to about personal shit…I understood his confusion and reluctance but with some prodding he went and got the picture.

When he came back in the room with the picture, he saw me standing by the bed lubing my hard cock again and he froze.

Me: “Relax…and just work with me…okay? Come over here and lay that picture face up on top of the wet spot”

Lil-bit: “What…are you crazy?”

Me: “Maybe” I said with a smile “Just humor me… you got nothing to lose”

With that he came over and placed the framed picture in the middle of the wet spot. As he was doing this, I rubbed some lube into his ass. He shivered at the touch of my slick fingers on his tender hole. I made him bend over the side of the bed so that his head was right above the picture of his partner and the wet spot, and I slowly entered him.

Under the umbrella of full disclosure…all I wanted was to fuck him again…and yeah, it is pretty evil me to use his emotional distress to make that happen. I truly do feel bad that I did that for that reason. However, as I was slowly fucking him and gently stroking his back, he began to stroke his very hard cock. He did not take his eyes off the picture of his partner and before long he was pushing back onto my cock and racing to his own orgasm.

When he came, he clamped down so hard on my cock that it instantly sent me over the edge and I dropped a second load into him. Understandably his orgasm was nothing short of an earthquake! He shot ribbon after ribbon of cum onto the bed covers and he had whole body convulsions.

I helped him lay down on the bed where he buried his face in the pillow and quietly cried. I simply gathered my clothes and left the room.

I was about a mile from home when I received a one word text message from him…”Thanks”